Alex Jennett
Bio
Just starting to publish my works. Enjoy listening to music and writing poetry. I am surprised that since I started writing, within 2 years, with Vocal I have created 78 stories. Music and the written word, help me ease my high anxiety.
Stories (79/0)
Chewy
He was a loyal companion, full of grace and elegance. Always there to wake me up and tuck me in at night. Chewy was his name. He reminded me of the fabled Chewbacca of Star Wars. His brown and black and white colorings. His shaggy hair. His quirkiness. All of these did not compare to his simple wellness and how he calmed me down, every time I petted him and walked and fed and groomed him.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Confessions
Space Oddity
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If you could, we would all be in trouble. Joe became the first person to hear the voice. It lunged out at him and gave him shivers. It crawled through his lungs and called out for more. He could not get rid of this voice. Even if he tried. Gypsy did not believe that there were screams out in space. She knew that the only way to hear anything was through a speaker hooked up to an earpiece, for NASA to hear them.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Parachute
It was left open by popular demand. The pillows were nice and soft. They left an indent that had never been there before. They were just waiting to be pilfered. And then they could be controlled by pulled strings in the air over safe speed. Wiggling open and left to dance in the air stream over open water. Double g's and fast planes would not stop it.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Mi Casa
My house is your house, or so the saying goes. It is unbelievably a rich one. The saying that is. I think the house is too. Its ambiance is articially amazing. Uncontrollable to say the least. The house is calling out to you, it is saying feed me. And no one is the resisting this refusal. Come and play, the house yells out. Let us all play and party while the eaves settle. And the storm passes through. In the meantime we can see if the lightning and thunder wakes up from our tranquil peace.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Pets
The pets were wondering why they were being called. Their parents were grouchy today. They were that way most of the time. Although they did not mind it. Cats and dogs would play together. Even if they did not want to. Even if their owners' did not want them to. It would be done anyways. And they would play for a very long time. They did not listen to their parents, which is a sad thing, most definiatly. I'm not sure that is the way you spell it or not, but it looks good.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Train Station
Johnny did not know where he was. He could not remember any sense of smell or taste or sound. He searched through his pockets and came up with nothing. Although when he looked around, he could tell that he was going faster than normal. The train that he was on could also sense that he was aboard and just along for the ride. It somehow was aware of his timidity.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Roadie
I have always wanted to go on my own private road trip, with a few of my friends, to see the country. To fly by on the seat of my pants and just let the good times roll. It has been a dream of mine since I was a young child. Submitting only to my musical whim of another time gone by. It might seem a little childish to you but it is not to me. I have worked really hard to hide this impression from the outside world. Two is better than one, I just thought I would put that in there, to see if you were paying attention to the story.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Wooded Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Nobody was paying attention to it. The candle was glowing a flourescent orange. With whisps of amber that floated through a ghostly pale ember. No-one was prepared for it, the ghastly forethought that was to become, a scattered pitchfork of scarred tactics.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Horror